She wouldn't get splinched. Ha, she was only saying that because she had never had to worry about experiencing the displeasure of having done so before. Ron wanted to say as much, mouth nearly forming the words right there on the spot, but the sight of an off man staring at them in the distance made him clamp it shut and push forward anxiously. It didn't look like the man seemed interested in following them, but the look in itself made Ron uncomfortable enough to start moving. The man could have been staring for any number of reasons: maybe he thought that they looked an awful lot like those people from the Potter movies, maybe he was curious about the blood matted against Ron's face, maybe he was just staring off at them for no apparent reason in particular. Or, maybe, he was actually a demon in disguise, waiting for the perfect moment for he and his mates to attack he and Hermione both. They were all genuine possibilities, but with Ron only having just been attacked a few moments before...
"This way," Ron said sharply, turning a corner. More crowds. Good. That was good. So long as they made it in point to travel with people around, they'd be all right. He quickened his step, blinking dizzily as they moved. The streets began to narrow the further they went; large, local locations steadily spread out thin, turning into areas that were less populated than the shopping strip they were clearing their way through. They were headed in the right direction, but they weren't going to get to the complex with that sense of crowd security that they'd had before. Faster. They had to move faster.
Just as the thought darted through Ron's mind, a passing figure reached out, latched onto his arm, and looked across at him with a pair of black eyes. "Where do you think you're going?"